Deep below the cemetery crypts A cult exists using foul magics They worship the body as they sacrifice, The volunteers who wish to meet their demise Placed upon the altar of the Sun The temple for a bloody cleansing Knives at hand to let them meet their end, Preparing the rituals of flesh Cut me up, my body is yours to take Slice my gut, and let it please our god The corpses hang to the walls, dissected, skinned, and stretched apart Blood collected in an urn, suddenly a dark voice is heard A horned form appears, hungering for your fears The beast will dine tonight, you are in his sight A demon from beyond, a hellish evil spawn His eyes as red as blood, as he tears you apart Digging deep into the crypts Stains of blood are splattered around No bodies were left to be found A cursed home for the demon spawn